When I used to live in the suburb
I would walk quickly around the lake
trying for twenty-five minutes flat,
seldom stopping to look at anything.
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Another beautiful poem of a walk beside the lake. I have heard of the scenic beauty of New Zealand and seen pictures too. Michael and Robert, both of you dear Poets, are really lucky to be be living in an enchanting country like New Zealand.....10
That's what happens when we get old!